Back at the main camp, it was dinner time, and the air was filled with the enticing aroma of roasted corn cakes, the grassy smell of roasted amaranth, and the spicy scent of roasted chili peppers.
Xiulote sniffed, a bit hungry from the journey, but he had pressing matters to attend to now.
He sent Bertade to arrange for the army to set up camp and prepare meals, Olosh to check on his father's injuries, and took Stanley with him to the central tent to report back on military affairs.
As soon as he entered the tent, the young man saw Aweit sitting majestically on the throne. After a week apart, his friend had become even more composed, every move radiating the regalia of a king, his glance alone was enough to send chills down one's spine.